“you can tell me when it’s over/if the high was worth the pain”

I don’t care what T Swift says; on some level,  “Blank Space” is about writing fiction.


I went for a two mile walk in shoes that I thought made sense, but they tore the skin off the heel on my left foot, and now the skin looks stained in the manner of iodine but really it’s blood. Last night, I dreamt about vampires, so I was awake at 6 am. I started writing a new piece, and as usual, I’m afraid of it, of how to bring it close. I’m trying to not know the end of any of it, and also, deal with this weird longing for imaginary people, when they are right here n my brain,  down the hall, next door, sharing a room.

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IMG_4067My beloved housemate is building an installation that’s going up at the Union Square holiday market. I’m taking pictures of the beautiful remnants.

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“Go all the way with it. Do not back off. For once, go all the goddamn way with what matters.”

(Ernest Hemingway)

texts i have sent today (in order)

Not home

there is a hanukah display at target can you kill me


on the way home now have chips


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